Bet couldn''t help but chuckle and shake his head at the lengths Brandon was going to in order to keep Ms. Josefina around.


    Josefina woke up in the morning. She opened her door and was greeted by a line of servants, each one cradling different items in their arms.


    "What''s all this about?"


    Bet exined, "Ms. Josefina, these are clothes and essories. I don''t know what you''d prefer this morning, so I had a stylist remotely put together a dozen outfits for you. Take a look and see which one you fancy."


    The stylist had exquisite taste and a unique vision, crafting outfits thatplemented Josefina based on her photos. There was an array of styles: chic, innocent, casual, professional, and more.


    Some servants held garments, others disyed essories, and Bet handed Josefina a tablet. "Ms. Josefina, the tablet contains images of the ensembles, and what the servants are holding are the actua items. If you''d rather not go through each piece by hand, just pick your favorite style from the tablet, and I''ll have the servants present the corresponding clothes for your consideration."


    Josefina was taken aback by Bet''s meticulous efforts. Such grand gestures were indeed worthy of Westwood''s prestigious Baldwin family.


    "Bet, I can''t thank you enough," Josefina said with genuine gratitude.


    Bet blushed with modesty. "Ms. Josefina, there''s no need for thanks. This is simply my duty." Josefina''s thanks seemed to humble him.


    On the tablet, Josefina chose a casual outfit that suited her ns for the day. She did not have to go to work and just wanted something simple andfortable.


    "Ms. Josefina, I''ll have the items brought in for you, just a moment. If it''s not to your liking, we can try other outfits."


    After Bet had the clothes brought in, Josefina asked the servants to leave them and exit so she could change. She slipped into sportswear and tied her hair into a high ponytail, looking effortlessly fresh and innocent.


    When Josefina stepped out of the elevator, Oliver''s gaze was fixed on her, captivated by her strikingly beautiful yet pure visage. Even in the simplest of sportswear, Josefina radiated an undeniable elegance. The servants were equally stunned.


    "Ms. Josefina looks stunning. Evenmon sportswear looks high-ss on her."


    "Such ttery could be risky, but


    you''re speaking the truth. No wonder Oliver Kas been single for so long. He just hadn''t met a woman who could match his caliber." S


    "Ms. Josefina and Oliver together seem like the perfect match, as if destined by the heavens."


    The servants murmured quietly, fearing their voices might carry to Oliver or Josefina.


    As Josefina approached the


    breakfast table, she could already see itden with a variety of dishes. She had grown ustomed to such disys.


    She settled down, and the servants offered her soy milk, almond milk, juice, oatmeal, and even muesli, leaving the choice to her. Oliver, noticing her preference for American cuisine, had instructed the kitchen to prepare some breakfast options suited to her pte.


    "Where''s Brandon?" Josefina inquired.


    "He''s not doing very well after that shock. He probably needs a couple of days to recover," came the reply.Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.


    Josefina doubted her medical skills were at fault; after her examination and treatment yesterday, Brandon should have been fine.


    Her skeptical ook didn''t go


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    unnoticed, but Oliver maintained a


    steady countenance. "He was already frail, and yesterday''s phone call took a heavy toll. If it weren''t for your care, he likely would''ve been in worse shape."


    Brandon had to suppress a huff while listening in - was he angling for a funeral?!


    Bet gestured a silent ''shush'' to Brandon, cautioning him to keep quiet. If Josefina found out, it would all be over.


    Just then, Josefina''s gaze drifted upwards...